Fuckin' Bricked Me Self

Had a big 'ole gathering today, to celebrate graduation or what have you, a decasomething of mates got together to have a chin wag, drink, smoke, smoke, drink, smoke and what have you. I fucking wreak of cigarettes, pretty grim. Any way, that's not the interesting part for you lot. Basically I spent the night sitting in a small hazy room, leng and hot boxed so I got a contact high.

Walking home in the dead of night at 2AM through the woods with no sign of humanity other than the distant roar of the motorway bridge is fucking scary enough. Doesn't help when you prang out and start hearing footsteps behind you. I bolt up a hill and long myself out because it's really steep and I'm an unfit fuck. Pitch black, keep running into the middle of the lane but can't stop because these footsteps are getting closer.

Right, so I get to the top of the hill and the only light is that being emitted from a lamp above a '30' sign. Any way, this light is draped in tree branches and I sort of jog on past, panting all the while because I feel like I've done a marathon. As I turn to look it seems like underneath the light there's an old lady staring at me with a pale face and very few features. I fucking double take and bolt further on. But now there's this weird noise that sounds like someone scraping two pieces of chalk down the pavement or something. Once again I brick myself because it seems like two hooded people are standing under a tree some distance away. (I should point out that at this time of night all lamp posts are turned off.)

Any way, I'm walking on, pretty much double taking every few seconds because I can hear rustling under every tree and it's pretty insane. Don't feel safe until I get into my kitchen and just as I put my key through the lock and stare through the window, of course the reflection for a brief second is that old bitch. Worst thing was black flecks kept coming into the corner of my vision (seemingly) so it looked like there was a shadow after me. So yeah, that was a bit of a cled. Especially since whilst I was walking back with my mates for a bit all we did was talk about the disgusting run down houses on the street and the weird lady in one house who we've all seen walking back and forth, flicking lights on and off every night for the last 6 years at least.

I should creepypasta this shit but I'm well dead.